True Confessions Page #6

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the elephant boy?

Are you going to see Sabu

in New York when the picture opens?

-No comment.

-When's the Iast time you saw him?

-No comment.

-Is it true you were seen...

-Here you are.

-Oh, thank you.

Was that June Haver or June Havoc?

I don't know.

I always get them mixed up.

You know, my baby

always wanted to be a movie star.

She had the smile for it.

-She Ioved Bing Crosby.

-She wore braces until she was 17.

-Going My Waywas her favorite movie.

-And a retainer after that.

Only at night, the retainer. Never on dates.

See, 10:
00, she had to be home,

date nights.

She just popped her retainer back in.

She wrote poems.

See, that's the kind of girl Lois was.

Here.

She wrote this.

"Remember me and keep in mind

"a faithful friend is hard to find

"But..."

Here.

"But when you are good and true

"trade not the good ones for the new"

- When did...

- Lois.

Lois...

-How did you get a hold of this?

-She Ieft it Iast time she was home.

When was that?

Thanksgiving.

She said she was up for a part.

Yeah, that's when it was.

I'd Iike to keep the poem,

if you don't mind.

Handwriting can be very useful

in a case Iike this.

-She might have written to...

-The son of a b*tch that killed her.

Sh*t's gonna hit the fan.

I went over every bill of his

and every bill on every phone

in every apartment

she's Iived in the Iast year.

Fifty-three times she called him.

So he was screwing her.

She did that a Iot.

That's what she did for a Iiving,

somebody said. So?

Does he make you nervous, Frank?

You thought about your brother,

the Monsignor?

I've thought about him a Iot.

Sergeant Spellacy.

Come on, I'd Iove to see you drop him,

but not on this one.

He was screwing her, wasn't he?

Of course, he was screwing her,

but he didn't kill her.

We're going to find that out, aren't we?

Look, he's old, Jack. He's gonna die soon.

-He's got cancer.

-Yeah?

-You didn't know that, did you?

-No, I didn't.

Well, if you don't believe me, check it out.

He shook hands with the Pope.

How many pimps can say that?

Oh, well, that's some big deal.

Believe me, he's crazier than you are.

He's crazy enough to be dangerous.

Yeah? Well, thank you very much.

Well, just think of it

as my going-away present.

I'm Ieaving town.

You're what?

-Yeah, I'm Ieaving town.

-Why?

I did a scrape a couple of days ago.

I made a mistake. I...

I nipped her. She hemorrhaged.

Well, did she die?

No. She's one of my old girls.

She'II keep her mouth shut.

It's just one of those things.

You never used to do scrapes, did you?

Happens.

-You get old.

-Yeah.

So where do you think you'II go?

Well, you know, I don't know.

Can I give you a reference or something?

I've never had any trouble buying cops.

That's funny.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

It's nice to have somebody

to say goodbye to.

Who have I got?

Lieutenant-Governor?

What am I gonna do?

Call him up and say, "Hey, remember me?

You used to be a regular"?

Pat says to Mike,

"What are you digging a hole for?"

And Mike says to Pat,

"I'm not digging a hole.

"I'm digging the dirt and Ieaving a hole."

But speaking seriously,

I remember that day,

and it was not so Iong ago,

when the creditors were banging

at the doors of this archdiocese,

when, as the saying goes,

we didn't have a pot to

spit in.

When we had buildings to build,

churches and schools,

and convents and hospitals,

and not a copper penny

to build them with.

It was then, at that dire moment,

when His Eminence

asked our designee

as Catholic Layman Of The Year

if he could help us out.

I think all of you know what he said.

"Yes," said Jack Amsterdam.

If I might add a personal note here...

Brenda was right.

Amsterdam was in

St. John's Hospital getting treatment

the night Fazenda was killed.

And that's beat me in golf.

Gentlemen, the Catholic Layman

Of The Year, Jack Amsterdam.

How's your drink?

Scotch?

You'II never get a sash, Frank.

You're not a pimp. You've got to be

a rich pimp, to get a sash Iike that.

Yeah.

You're a cop,

not a pillar of the community.

Don't worry about him. He...

Jack.

Monsignor. Are you being taken care of?

Can I help you?

Sonny's getting our coats, thank you.

By the way, have you made a decision

on Rancho Rosa yet?

We haven't, Jack, but I think

we're gonna do some serious reevaluation.

I think we should talk about it

another time. Good night.

- Des, how are you doing?

- Hi, Tommy.

Good to see you.

-This is Dan Campion.

-Hi.

What I wonder is if you were wearing this

when you were banging Lois Fazenda.

You're a real a**hole, you know?

Come on, Jack! Come on, Jack!

What are you doing?

Tommy, get back!

What the hell are you doing?

Goddamn you! Come back here!

Jack!

- Knock it off!

- Hey, you!

What are you doing? Just get back!

Get him out of here!

-Come on.

-Come back here!

-Come over here.

-Jack, Jack...

Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Let go of me, will you?

Get your hands off me, you rotten bastard.

That's enough! Come on.

-That's enough.

-Get out of my way.

You hear me? You're a son of a b*tch!

Come on back!

AII right, all right. Come on, Dan.

Too much wine in the chalice

again this morning, Mr. Toomey.

Yes, Monsignor. Sorry, Monsignor.

What I don't need in the mornings

is a stiff pick-me-up.

Sorry, Monsignor.

That's all right. Run along, boys.

Future missionaries, Des.

Future of the church, if you ask me.

God help the church.

You know how to handle them,

that's for sure.

I don't think there's anything

you can't handle. I mean it.

-What's on your mind, Dan?

-A Iittle breakfast.

Creamed chipped beef on toast down

at The Biltmore. What do you think?

Sorry, no, I can't.

I'm busy, Dan. Very busy.

-Well, I can have a word with you.

-Sure.

-Here?

-Why not?

I was thinking about your brother,

the policeman.

Got a hell of a temper.

He was an altar boy, was he?

That wasn't his Iine, no.

I suppose he's still working on that...

That girl's murder?

-The virgin something-or-other, was it?

-Tramp.

That's it.

Well, you remember her, don't you, Des?

-Remember who, Dan?

-That girl.

We met her. Don't you remember?

You and I?

We were coming back

from Del Mar Iast summer.

Went to the track...

She was hitchhiking. We picked her up.

Gave her a ride, I mean.

She was Christian Science.

Don't you remember?

You asked her about it.

She was sitting in the back seat.

Christian Science?

You mean the one who didn't know

who Mary Baker Eddy was?

-That was her?

-That's right.

Well, we...

We got to be friends, she and I.

Des, if it comes out we were friendly,

it's going to be embarrassing.

You know what I'm talking about?

I was in San Diego the night that girl

was killed. I was with Peg.

We were at the regional meeting

of the Knights of Columbus.

I'm clean.

You have to have a talk with your brother.

Des...

It's Jack I'm worried about.

He knew her too.

-We had a talk, Jack and I.

-Oh, you did? Really?

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